| livin' out of a suitcase
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| sleepin' in hotel rooms
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| rental cars and airport bars
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| and dog-day afternoons
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| my occupation is a picker
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| music is my game
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| sometimes it makes me crazy
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| but i would not change a thing
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| so lay down a back beat crank up your trusty gibson
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| let’s give it everything we’ve got just one more time
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| (we are) lovin' the life we’re livin'
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| playin' that georgia rhythm
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| nothin' else ever made me feel so fine
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| four o’clock in the morning
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| waiting for a plane
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| we passed around the bottle lord and we don’t feel no pain
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| life out here on the highway
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| has it’s ups and downs
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| but last night the georgia rhythm
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| tore up another town
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| risin' above the madness
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| homeward bound again
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| to normal ways and lazy days
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| and old familiar friends
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| she called to say she’d be my lady
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| it’s a love long over-due
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| god knows i hate to leave her
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| but i got a job to do
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| so lay down a back beat crank up your trusty gibson
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| let’s give it everything we’ve got
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| just one more time
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| lovin' the life we’re livin'
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| playin' that georgia rhythm
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| maki |